The caves beneath Dragonstone whispered with heat.
Lucien stood beside me, hood pulled low. Before us knelt seven acolytes — the first silent devotees of the new faith. None spoke. None needed to.
I extended my tiny hand, fire flickering in my palm. The flame curled, bent, shaped itself into a symbol — a three-headed dragon surrounding a glowing sun.
The mark of the Dragonflame Creed.
[Religion Created: Dragonflame Creed]
[Devotion: 7/∞]
[Faith Energy System: ACTIVE]
[Title Gained: Flameborn Prophet]
The acolytes pressed their foreheads to the stone.
"From blood and fire," Lucien intoned.
"Comes divinity," they finished.
In secret, I crafted holy verses. In shadowed halls, I carved flame-shaped shrines.
The Faith of the Seven wouldn't fall today.
But its death had begun.
And with each devotee, I felt it — power flowing into me, not through force, but belief.
Faith was a currency. One only a god-king could spend.
Rhaenys giggled outside.
I turned.
She had shaped a play garden from living vines with her bare hands — a manifestation of her affinity. Earth and water sang in her blood.
Visenya stood atop a black stone, arms raised. The winds whipped around her.
[Bloodline Awakening Detected — Visenya: Windborn Ascendant]
[Bloodline Awakening Detected — Rhaenys: Verdant Flame]
[User Bloodline: Draconic Primefire — Dormant]
Soon.
Soon, I would awaken mine.
And when I did — the world would kneel.